| A plaid shirt will remain in the network for a long time,
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| She is popular, but now she is not called,
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| Experience the sensations that the girl so wanted.
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| Where is his interest in this world,
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| Instagram vintage filters are not encouraging.
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| Music is no longer sounds and colors are no longer rainbows.
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| No one writes on suicide forums,
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| They are not at home. |
| What will my mother say when she hears this,
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| Why not someone else.
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| What will be in the note - tears do not shed,
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| You swallow pills in the hope that someone will come.
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| Enough of these tears, leave the pages.
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| They will remember you like birds soaring from the windows...
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| Enough of these tears, leave the pages.
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| The stars also go out in the ocean of suicides.
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| Preparations, cotton pads.
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| I spent everything on the sky on the map.
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| And the point of reference, I seem to be a sleepwalker,
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| Slow down, goodbye my broken world.
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| 03 dialing subscriber unavailable,
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| Wait, just wait, because soon he will let go.
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| Fly and fly and summer is around me.
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| November wake up, we are adequate people.
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| Well enough, why? |
| get the hell out of me!
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| I will trample on so many things and be free.
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| Mercury flows out of many speeches in the head.
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| Of the veins, a hundred keys open one door.
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| Head spinning like at a ball.
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| Your hand is my favorite violin, I'm on my way.
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| Nightmares cannot penetrate the magic
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| Our blankets because you have me.
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| I wrote her a prescription, more beautiful than mother-of-pearl eyes,
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| So that the pills fall out of the veins.
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| You are light as a hydrogen balloon,
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| But there's a body on the bed - turn around!
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| You are just a soul. |
| There is no chance to return. |
| Sorry.
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| You are just a soul. |
| And we will put out the light. |
| Intimacy
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| For death.
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| You can scream, but your body won't wake up,
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| You can run, but you touched the sky
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| You know you have become someone. |
| Burn. |